Gloves Reunited
Gloves Reunited and socks
Gloves, theres something about them isn't there? Taking on the shape of their owner even in their owners absence. Spooky. Not to be trusted, socks neither. We haven't actually managed to reunite any of these items with their owners but perhaps one day.
Sometimes they take on other forms, here is a doglove.
At last a bit of relief. A nice family group.
There is just something a bit serial killery about a single glove. Victim or perp?
Even more so with socks!
Excellent contribution from an OG Drug Lark. Brilliantly capturing the utter futility of life as the inevitability of death permeates the very fabric of Shoreham. Emptiness, ennui. Impatient friends leaving you behind to finish your journey on your own. Perhaps that's as it should be.
A slight downhill slope adds a jarring, misplaced sense of optimism to this one. Your journey is not just starting, it's over.
Glad to get back to gloves.
Guns don't kill people rappers do! Im a fucking rapper and I might kill you.
Sorry came over all GLC, 1 - 2 your face my shoe. Sorry, anyway a glove shaped a bit like a gun. A glun?
Spider glove, sitting there waiting to pounce.
A twofer, two for the price of one! Doubles all round
The yellow lines represent the restrictions placed on all of us in our lives. The single glove symbolises death, the running water that was pouring like an avalanche coming down the mountain
symbolises life and it was just out of reach...
Careless builders! Sorry groundworkers, perhaps the lowest in the hierarchy of the building site, hardly surprising since they can't even keep track of their gloves.
Is it a wrongness if two gloves from the same pair get it on with each other?
Non threatening socks! What a relief
Socks again! If anyone can enlighten me on the significance of the piece of lego and the stock cube I would be grateful. I think I can work out the significance of the piss stain myself.
We depart from Brighton to Canterbury, the difference in the quality of gloves is immediately obvious.
Such as thou art, sometime was I. Such as I am, such shalt thou be.
Such a lot of such! It comes to us all the great leveller.
Gauntlets often represented loyalty, I'm not sure what fancy pants golden gauntlets with rubies represent, more money than sense probably.
This glove belonged to the Black Prince (15 June 1330 – 8 June 1376) you don't have to wait for Black History month on this website we celebrate multiculturalism all year round.
However we don't care what colour royalty are, we take the same view as death, all are equal in our eyes.
Posh people are an odd lot, here is a glove left on an altar ready for public sacrifice. The writing on the altar reads "If you prick us, do we not snag? If you cut us do we not fray?" People are walking by like literally nothing is happening. Shocking.
A cold blooded lot too, standing there looking on as a stabbed glove bleeds out its life force. Like Caesar seeking the privacy of his toga at his moment of passing so this glove seeks privacy in it's last moment under a leaf. A heartless passerby denies the poor glove even that last crumb of dignity. You'd think they would be a bit more sympathetic given the colour of their trainers. Or maybe they did the stabbing in a purple on purple crime and they are doing bit of gloating. Who knows?
But this is a town where they try and trick people with concrete toilet roll! Try sending your toddler over to kick that down the street and they'll know all about it! Fiendish. Get a photo if you're going to do that.
The grimmest has been saved to last, drowned pulled out and displayed for all to see. Medieval in its horror!
Back to Brighton, well Shoreham actually. Heart breaking, thank goodness its only a dolls shoe I dont think I could have stood it otherwise. Many thanks to the friend of Druglarking.com who sent this in.
Once again, glad to get back to gloves. In the background REAMS, one of the more active taggers around these parts. Thanks go out again to another friend, well more than a friend of Druglarking.com for this contribution. Ever fallen in love with someone you shouldn't have failed in love with?
From the same valued contributor, glove hiding in bush waiting to pounce! Lovely greenery with matching front doors.
I have no idea why a small child was climbing over a barbed wire fence, we all have our reasons, but they left their sock behind.
Gloves, mittens, gloves, mittens
A few days later, a little movement.
This glove fails to give a clear signal as to which path to follow. Bad scout. Though perhaps its just a traditional English greeting.
Jake the peg? A visitor from the Ellan Vannin?
A handful of gloves. Starting with something vaguely crime sceney.
Trendy cyclist glove!
Hand and foot. A passer by gets their timing just right and cues up a song! I just can't get over losing you and so if I seem broken and blue, walk on by. Stranglers of course.
A lonely shoe on the level.
We have had a shoe so lets follow with a sock.
Followed by a glove, a fancy cyclist's glove at that.
Night time is the right time for lone gloves
Another contribution from an OG Drug Lark. A mitten just made it to the pavement. I do appreciate the photos so keep sending them to me. Classic rule of 3.
Something medically and some night time gloves.
A bit of a polaroid crime scene feel here.
A frosty sock waits for the life giving rays of the sunrise.
Please see below for an important announcement from druglarking.
Comrades, you will have seen in the “fake” media reports of a disagreement between ourselves and Nick Cave over the recent publication of his “photo book” “," “Glove Love” “.”
As you would expect from the tory lickspittles of the “mainstream" media, there is no truth in these divisive and provocative claims.
Nick Cave remains an honoured denizen of the Citizens Republic of Brighton and parts of Hove and we are sure that he would be the first to acknowledge that his interest in lost gloves is not unique but forms part of a wider network of concerned citizens hoping to publicise this woefully underfunded cause.
As ever, death to the capitalist running dog lackeys of the imperialist conspiracy.
Peace and Glove to you all (except for the capitalist running dogs etc etc etc)
Druglarking
